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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jul 5, 2015 10:07:40 GMT -5
He slapped her rear after she eagerly positioned herself over him once more and grunted, she was something else. Something precious and he wanted to hoard her, an instinctual feeling he couldn't quite explain if asked, though for the moment the 'why' wasn't in his thoughts. He began using his hands to help bounce her up and down his length, letting out a hiss as together they gathered speed. He watched her bite her lip, paused a moment in thought, then brought an arm up, gripped the back of her head, and crashed their lips together in an innate passion. He found an easiness in their kissing, a hunger both of them felt and together they were sating. He wanted to gorge himself her, and in turn, her on him. He wished them to be lustful gluttons, prideful sinners together here, in their personal hell away from the world outside where they could burn up the sheets and tear at each other's skin for the rest of eternity. Together tempting each other way from what they both knew rationally was a dumb idea, at least for him. But he couldn't help himself as he pulled their lips apart, slowed and intensified his thrusts before altogether stopping inside of her, giving a little push forward to reach just that much deeper, to feel himself that much more inside her. He walked them to the back of the couch, exiting her as he propped her up so she sat on top of the cashmere and set to removing what little of her clothing remained. Her breasts, he wanted to see them, to bite them, feel their weight in his hands and her softness, her beauty, god, look at her! Look at her! She was something to herald and he let out an exasperated grunt from having to stop fucking her for so long, about a minute at this point, and got on his knees, burying his fae between her legs, licking and nipping at her thighs before quickly glancing up at her. Oh how terribly he wanted to make her his.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 5, 2015 16:12:24 GMT -5
Again with the slapping, and she ate it up just as much as before. His hands tight and directive on her waist guided her up and down his shaft as his tip pummeled against her innermost spot in perfect rhythm. Each thrust caused a moan to rip through her throat as she gripped the back of his neck tightly - her hips moving wildly against him. Why was this so euphoric for her? A man two years her junior with an attitude that matched her own in a lethal combination. He was the gasoline, and she was the match - two lovers destined to be nothing but pure chaos. Yet here she was, wanting nothing more than for this man to fuck her on a much more frequent basis. This experience needn't end even if it was probably for the best if it did.
His lips crashed into hers forcefully, being welcomed with the parting of her own. Her tongue slipped out of her own mouth and between his lips to attack his own with fervent force. He was stirring up a lustful, hungry fire within her as her legs tightened around him to allow her nails to drag down his back. He was so incredibly perfect - so toned, perfect complexion, raging cock, and eyes bluer than any ocean she had ever seen. Everything about him was driving her up the walls as the walls between her legs tightened around him in a pleasure-filled pulsation. But as he began to intensify his thrusts and slow them down, she could feel her toes curl momentarily.
But then he stopped, causing her to nearly frown as she let out a series of pants from their vigorous activity. As he pushed himself in farther, though, he also pushed a rather loud moan out of her mouth. Well, if no one downstairs knew someone was having sexual relations upstairs before, they certainly did now. As he took her to the couch, though, she growled as he removed himself from inside her. The animal instinct inside her wanted nothing more than to tackle him to the floor and ravage him until he couldn't walk any longer - a weird, possessive impulse taking her over - but he kept her too preoccupied to make such a move. The remainder of her clothing was removed, and the feeling of his biting at her breasts - nipples in particular - caused her spine to tingle. Her hand ran through his hair, tugging at it roughly, as he dropped between her legs. She hissed at his biting of her thighs and shivered a bit as she bit down on her bottom lip. "Well, don't tease me, baby," she said in a breathless, sexy tone.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jul 7, 2015 23:08:43 GMT -5
He put both his hands on her knees and spread them as his mouth moved to her labia, her clitoris, kissing her and teasing her sweetness. He wanted her dripping, wanted her ready to be rammed until the only sounds she could produce were whimpers of pleasure and moans crying his name. He looked up from his post between her legs, removed his tie, and stood, taking both her wrists in his hands, and tying them behind her back before moving his index and middle fingers back down to her sensitive pink flesh and moving them inside her.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 9, 2015 1:03:26 GMT -5
Tormenting lips trailed hot across her womanhood, sending chills rolling down her spinal cord. "Such a tease," she said with a smirk, laughing lightly to herself. Still, she could feel her wetness begin to grow from the teasing brushes of his lips, and she was growing hotter with each passing second. She couldn't help but sigh softly as he stood up and pulled away from her, though, watching as he removed his tie. As her wrists were seized, she looked to him with a raised brow. What the hell was he doing? Before she knew it, her hands were tied securely behind her back, and try as she might to yank them free, there was no getting out of it. "And you say I'm the kinky one here, babyface?"
She gave him a pointed expression and was focusing on his face when she suddenly felt two fingers slip inside her and begin moving about. He was looming over her threateningly and moving his forearm so quickly that it was causing her entire tiny body to move. Her eyes clamped shut tightly as she let out a shaky whimper, trying to keep herself composed. But it was too much - too intense - and she suddenly threw her head back and moaned, "Oh my god, Eoin.." So much pleasure was coursing through her, and she knew she would climax in a matter of seconds.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jul 9, 2015 20:57:53 GMT -5
As she neared her orgasm Eoin began to feel triumphant, it was one of many he would give her this night. He knew that, and from he could tell, she hadn't quite figured out he would be at this with her for as long as he could. As she moaned his name he moved his fingers faster still, making a slight come hither motion with his fingers as to reach her g-spot and extending his thumb to tease her clit, his free hand move to the back of her head, tilting it back and holding it firm as he lightly nipped her jawbone, her neckline, craving for her to moan his name again, as he beckoned it out of her. "Would you like to be fucked again, Teagan Colleen O'Malley?"he purred into her ear, his eyes glinting with a dominant pride as he searched their surroundings with ways he could bind her further - play with her just that much more.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 9, 2015 21:26:55 GMT -5
No, no, no. How could she be cumming so quickly? The way the pads of his fingers began to roll across her g-spot made her legs begin to quiver as she neared her orgasm. Her body began to curl in on itself as she cried out in pleasure, only to be straightened part way back out by him gripping her hair and forcing her head back against the sofa. "I-I'm going to.." Her breaths were hot and heavy as she began panting, unable to finish her sentence before her orgasm struck her - sending shocks of electricity through her body. She twitched and squirmed, hips moving in rhythm with his fingers before collapsing back against the couch.
Of course he had to ask if she wanted more. Breathing heavily, she laughed a bit and smirked up at him. "Calm down, tiger. Give a poor girl a break after finishing so quickly." Had he not tied her hands behind her back, perhaps she could have pleasured him in return.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jul 9, 2015 21:41:00 GMT -5
"A break?" Eoin chuckled, rolled her roughly onto her stomach and spread her ass, "So soon?" his fingers trailed feather light from there up her back and down again before he positioned his length at her swollen, wet, entrance. "That was a warm up, sweet." And he slowly pushed himself in, relishing the feeling of her still pulsating pussy tightening around his member. He let out a grunt as he slowly fucked her, one hand resting on her haunches, the other on the small of her back.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 9, 2015 22:02:04 GMT -5
Hands behind her back, she had no way to support herself as she was flopped over onto her stomach - her face crashing into the couch cushions. A warm up? What the hell did he mean that was a warm up? she felt her ass be spread apart, and shortly after, he was penetrating her again. Slow and deep, and still causing her to purr beneath him. "Jesus Christ, Eoin," she moaned out, muffled against the pillows. Where was her wand when she needed it? She needed to get out of this bond and prove to him that she wasn't just his sex slave. Teagan knew how to take control too. "You sure you can handle much more of this anyway?" She asked in a cocky tone.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jul 9, 2015 22:11:25 GMT -5
He laughed slapping her ass and pushing a little deeper with his next thrust. God how she was invigorating, maddening! He loved it and he could do much more than 'handle' more. He would digest it. Feed off it. He would take whatever he could get from her and gorge himself because she made him a sinful bastard and he loved it. "I should be asking you that," again a calm tone of voice miraculously escaped his lips, making him appear to be completely unphased by her commentary and anatomy though he was in complete rapture.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 9, 2015 22:23:12 GMT -5
A hiss left her lips at the slap, and she growled as she looked back at him over her shoulder. He pushed into her even deeper, causing a small whimper to escape her. This man was absolutely delicious inside her, and she was eating up absolutely everything that he did to her - becoming wetter with each thrust, slap, rub, and threatening word. Still, she was itching to escape and to take matters into her own two hands, so she began to squirm forward in an attempt to get over the back of the couch. "Trust me, love, you would be putty in my hands if my hands weren't tied behind my back," she said as she got the top half of her body over the back of the sofa, finding it increasingly difficult without the use of her hands.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jul 12, 2015 22:52:45 GMT -5
Something clicked inside him as she tried to further their game, and he got into character and brought it into reality. He pushed her down, back in place, tore a piece of fabric off the remains of her tattered dress and placed it beside her face. He placed his now empty hand onto her ass and lightly dug his nails in. "Speak out of turn again and you lose the right to speak," he growled, ramming her harder, "you are <i>not</i> my equal, and your place is like this," he slowed and pushed himself purposefully deeper, yanking the tie up and painfully twisting her arms up giving her a mix of pleasure and distress, "under me," and with those words he let the tie go and planted a kiss on her shoulder.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 12, 2015 23:25:46 GMT -5
There was a yank around her chest, the sound of tearing fabric, and the feeling of that same fabric being pressed against the side of her face as she was threatened to be silenced forcefully if she didn't do it on her own accord. Eoin's nails dug into her skin, and she moaned out as he began ramming his cock into her even harder. Chills were rolling down her spine, and she was practically dripping with pleasure by this point but... Well, she couldn't just give up now, could she? She leaned forward and then pushed back against him, pushing him deeper within her with a smirk. "Don't act high and might, sweetheart. You're on the same level as those you fuck," she said with a roll of her eyes. But as he pushed in even deeper than before and twisted her arms up, she screamed in a strange mix of painful arousal - eyes clamping shut as she began to pant once her arms were released. She shrugged off his kiss, though, and growled at him. "Don't play that sweet card with me, Eoin. We know its all fake anyway."
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